Married to a Secret Billionaire (Stella Taylor)

Chapter 120 Regardless of My Past

Chapter 120 Regardless of My Past

Noah looked at the comments on the phone, a hint of gloom passing through his eyes.

A new store wouldn't attract so much attention. The only possibility was as Stella said. Someone was

scheming behind the scenes.

These comments were clearly written by hired internet trolls, maliciously giving negative reviews.

Noah had also suspected Jericho, but that thought quickly flashed in his mind and was dismissed.

Based on Jericho's personality and status, he wouldn't resort to such low and indirect methods.

Besides, these tactics seemed more like petty squabbles between women. If Jericho really wanted to

confront him, he could have declared war directly.

It didn't seem like the work of a competitor either. While there were indeed many cafes nearby, each

had its own unique characteristics and a stable customer base. Everyone coexisted peacefully.

Therefore, the person hiring internet trolls to attack them was most likely targeting Stella.

The answer became clearer in Noah's mind, but when he saw the worried expression on his wife's

face, he chuckled and took the blame upon himself.

"You're right in your analysis. I've offended many people in the past, and I don't know who is taking this

opportunity to seek revenge."

His voice was slightly hoarse. "Honey, it's useless of me as a husband. I've caused you trouble again."

"What are you talking about?" Stella earnestly looked at him, gently rubbing his face with her hands.

She couldn't stand anyone saying her husband was useless, not even himself.

"My husband is the most capable man in the world. When problems arise, we find solutions instead of

dwelling on them, right?"

"But my past might be a shadow that will follow us for our entire lives."

"So what?" Stella smiled. "Whether it's shadows or storms, I am your wife and will bear them with you.

Since the day I married you, I've been prepared for this." Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

"Really?"

Noah's eyes flickered.

"Silly man, of course it's true!" Stella tiptoed and nuzzled his nose. "I can't separate you from your past

and take just one part."

"You will always accept me, regardless of my past?"

"Of course! Why do you keep talking nonsense today?"

He gazed at her and suddenly laughed in relief.

The heavy burden in his heart seemed to lift slowly.

The sunset that day was exceptionally beautiful, with vibrant purple irises blooming in the courtyard and

a sweet fragrance filling the air.

There were no customers in the store, but Noah was floating with joy.

Stella looked at him in confusion, unable to understand what was going on with this man.

"Darling, did you even listen to what I just said?"

Only then did Noah come back to his senses. "Hmm?"

Stella sighed, "I was saying that the solution I thought of is to spend some money to remove these

negative reviews. As for how much money and what kind of person to hire, I'll have to inquire further."

"No need to inquire. Leave this matter to me."

"What?"

Noah paused and explained in a low voice, "Well, this is what a man should do. Don't worry about it."

Stella chuckled and leaned against him like a small bird.

With him around, she felt completely secure.

Those few days had been tough for business, with the desserts in the display case growing moldy and

remaining unsold.

Stella was afraid the coffee beans would get damp, so she had to take them out for airing every day.

The aroma of coffee beans often wafted through the shop.

But even when she put up a buy-one-get-one-free sign, no one came to buy coffee.

Tourists passing by would point and whisper, quickly running away as if they had seen something dirty.

Stella was anxiously distressed, but this situation suited Noah's desires.

He couldn't be bothered to serve customers in the cafe.

He only wanted to stay by her side every day, hoping that there would be only the two of them in the

store.

However, to make Stella happy, he still had Caleb look into it. The investigation yielded results as he

anticipated. "Noah, I consulted a few new media companies, and they quickly retrieved data. The data

shows that all these internet trolls are from the Taylor Group."

"Heh, so it's Amelia's doing after all."

"The account used to pay the internet trolls is from the Taylor Group's financial accounts."

Besides Amelia, who else in the Taylor family would do something so brainless?

Noah pinched his brows and hung up the phone.

He had no interest in clashing with the Taylor family. They were not at the same level.

But he cared about Stella...

"Noah," Caleb whispered, "It's not difficult at all to deal with the Taylor family. We can beat them in their

own game."

Noah remained silent and hung up the phone.

The shop was still empty that day. Stella told him to go home and rest while she stayed in the shop.

However, before long, a commotion could be heard outside the courtyard gate.

"Have you seen it? This is Ms. Stella's shop."

Stella's heart tightened.

That mocking voice with a hint of sarcasm could only belong to Amelia.

"Miss, the reputation here is really bad. I've learned it online."

"That's right. Don't tell me we're going in to have coffee today."

"What's wrong with that?" Amelia sneered, "This is my sister's shop. You guys should help her out. Her

husband has been to jail before, but he's turned over a new leaf. It's not something easy."

"Ms. Stella is in a difficult situation, treating such a person as a treasure."

The colleagues burst into laughter, covering their mouths.

Inside the room, Stella clenched her fists as she listened to their words. After a while, she walked out,

holding a bucket of leftover coffee machine wastewater in her hand, and splashed it into the yard.

"Ah!" Amelia screamed, hastily dodging.

The water nearly splashed all over her.

"Stella, are you crazy?"

"Amelia, you are here." Stella chuckled. "I'm sorry. I thought I heard a dog barking earlier. I was worried

that those stray dogs might trample the flowers in my yard, so I came out to take a look."

Amelia glared at her, huffing.

To be honest, the environment of this café was good. She studied design and had always wanted a

studio, but Henry didn't support her.

If she could drive Stella away and take over this house, her studio would have a place to settle.

And now, she had already succeeded halfway. The trolls she hired online were starting to have an

effect, and this place would soon go out of business due to poor management.

By then, she would take over, and Stella would have to leave with her tail between her legs.

Amelia snorted and looked at Stella with a more sinister and malicious gaze.

"Stella, I heard there hasn't been much business recently." She swayed her hips as she walked toward

Stella. "I've seen those comments online too. Heh, don't take it to heart."

"If you ask me, Liam is unreliable. It's crucial to rely on your family at critical moments. See? I'm here to

roll the logs for you."

"Feel at home." Amelia signaled to the people behind her. "We're doing this for my sister today. Order

whatever you like. I'll foot the bills."

The group of people swarmed into the shop and took their seats.

Stella frowned in disgust.

Could Amelia be so kind-hearted? What an actress!